Like us, the water reflects the color
Of all that grows around it:
Gray and bare, when skies are gray
And trees are bare –
Lush and green, when rains have been plentiful
And trees grow with all their lust for living
Like us, the water hides its secrets,
Shields its young,
Covers over many sins,
And changes, ever, even in stillness
The water also lives, as sometimes we do,
Being walked over
